The primeval wilderness teemed with beasts and tribes beyond number.
Tribespeople cultivated their source power, gathered it into their meridian seas, and used it to hunt beasts and wage war in the mountains and forests.
As a member of the Dongkui Tribe, Gui Ang had no choice but to adapt to a primitive life of hauling cats, raising kids, and keeping toads...
Because Gui Ang really didn't have many options left...
The Dongkui people hunted with source-power warriors, but in their free time they lived in stone houses, farmed, and held rituals. When they got sick, they could even go to a shaman for treatment. Some tribes had already learned to make pottery and black-bladed weapons.
While other transmigrated protagonists got the Overpowered Hero script, Gui Ang got the skill to hand-twist grass into ancient restraints.
Gui Ang had plenty of knowledge from a later age, but he didn't dare put it to use... He was afraid the shaman would find out and burn him alive until he was a dried corpse.
His dream of making pottery died before it began.
His golden finger was a toad.
Gui Ang: A hundred thousand alpacas send their regards... I'll curse you to death.
Smelt iron? Make salt?
When you lack strength, no one listens. Better to lie low for now.
Gui Ang stared at the armored beasts all over the mountains and forests, covered in legs like walking vacuum cleaners; the translucent furry grubs with huge flapping arms; the thousand-ant beasts with two long antennae growing from their heads...
Gui Ang: My transmigration seems a little different from everyone else's...
Until the name Gui Ang resounded throughout the riverlands.
